In which I discuss the labyrinthine systems of the power company.

[i_am_walken]

I apologize profusely... for my absence... in recent weeks. It would seem... that my recent payment... to the power company... vanished into the abyss... of the United States Postal Service. I was forced... to battle my way... through the strange and complex world... of the customer service hotline. Then, just as I emerged... triumphant... from the strains of Barry Manilow... emanating from the receiver... the entirety of the city... was subjected to a massive blackout. Having no power to begin with... I did not realize that this had occured... until I stepped into a local convenience store... and asked for a lightbulb. The kindly clerk... gave me a strange look, informing me of the catastrophe. He then proceeded...to complement me on my work...and gave me a free bottle of laundry detergent. What a generous individual. I am presently...visiting a friend in Boston...hence my ability to update...this internet vessel...for my thoughts.

Thank you.

CW